Verso 1

Here in the belly of the beast
We been making dirty deals
We been living underneath
The bright lights of Babylon
Oh how it shimmers how it shines
With the sheen of compromise
Been soaking in the lies
And Rome starts to feel like home

Pre Coro 1

Starts to feel like home

Coro

Are we all toxic
Are we a kingdom or a waste land
Are we the balm of Gilead
Or a poison to the world
Are we all toxic
Are we the cure or the infection
Are we the hands and feet of Christ
Or are we devils in disguise
I can’t tell

Verso 2

I won’t be bought I won’t comply
I won’t serve a dollar sign
Won’t conform to your desires
Or bow down beneath a flag
No I won’t kneel and kiss the ring
I’m no gear in this machine
I’m no part of this regime
Caesar is not my Lord

Pre Coro 2

I only got one Lord

Coro

Are we all toxic
Are we a kingdom or a waste land
Are we the balm of Gilead
Or a poison to the world
Are we all toxic
Are we the cure or the infection
Are we the hands and feet of Christ
Or are we devils in disguise
I can’t tell

Post C

I can’t tell
If we’re helping or we’re hurting
I can’t tell
If we’re the problem or solution
I can’t tell
If we’re the saviours or if we need saving
I can’t tell
If we’re the healers or the broken
I can’t tell
If we’re a system of oppression
I can’t tell
If we’re the heroes or if we’re the villains

Coro

Are we all toxic
Are we a kingdom or a waste land
Are we the balm of Gilead
Or a poison to the world
I can't tell